Can't turn off the light
And go to sleep for the night
The fear is like a predator
And I am the prey
It's skilled at hunting
So I learned that hiding
Is the best way to cope
I can't sleep
It's keeping me awake
I know sleep is important
But my mind
Makes me avoid it
Goes to the lengths of making me wide awake
Instead of letting me sleep
A few hours away from the day
I feel tired and groggy
I hear evey noise
Every creak and Crack of
The older house settling
Every time the air vents
Decide to breathe cool air
Around the house
Feels like a person
Breathing down my neck
As I try to enjoy my sleep
Every window rattling
As I hear thunder clattering
The lighting striking
A camera flashing
Sudden and harmless,
Yet terrifying
Can't turn off the light
And go to sleep for the night
YOU ARE READING
reality
PoetryMe venting through poetry on the rough days I have. Lets see how many times I'll unpublish and republish this book at random.
